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We parked the Mercedes in the car park, and walked up to the entrance. It was impressive. Looked the part of a country club. Linda welcomed us. She and I had been friends for…..well a long time. She poured us both drinks at the bar. I looked around. The interior was high end, leather sofa’s, worn, but chic. A log fire was made up, but hadn’t been lit. We sipped our drinks.
“You’re looking fabulous Kelly,” Linda said, “who would believe you’re Sara’s mother.”
“Come on, show us the rest of this place,” I said, taking her arm, and kissing her cheek.
It was all there, main bar, with booths for those that wanted a little privacy. Several rooms led off the main room. She walked ahead of us, showing us around. We ascended the stairs, her shapely arse swaying in front of my face. I remembered it so well, the shape, the firmness. The taste. I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach.
“And this is the room for dance’s, or…..well other functions,” Linda said.
A stage at the far end, and bar nearer the double doors.
We chatted, my legs curled up under me. The sofa’s were low, and Linda’s skirt rode up, revealing a lot of thigh. How I remembered those thighs. Sara was quiet, listening.
Eventually Linda got to the point. Cash flow. Or rather lack of it.
“Its just that with the purchase, and legal fees and stock, we’re a little short of the readies.”
“How much do want to borrow?” I asked.
“Borrow, oh no Kelly, we don’t want to borrow anything, just a favour, a little one,” Linda said. She uncrossed her legs, flashing her panties at me. They were see through, and I could see her pussy behind the flimsy material. I suddenly wanted it. Wanted her.
“Now I know its not a little favour, if you’re flashing your fanny at me, and yes you still turn me on, and still fancy you. But you know that, so come on what do you want?” I said.
“We have a reception coming up, next week in fact, they’re regular functions, once every month or so. We have it covered, apart from the dancers…………”
“You want me to strip?” I said. “Is that what you mean?”
“Well yes, could you, please Kelly. We really need the money, if we loose their custom, we’re struggle, and we have everything invested in this, and I mean everything. And I‘d be very grateful.”
“Hold on Mum, you’ve done this before?” Sara asked.
“No, well yes, well sort of,” I said.
“Its either one or the other,” Sara said.
“Well yes, a few times, it was a long time ago,” I said lamely.
“And you were good, and you got so hot doing it, we used to fuck for England afterwards.” Linda added.
“Stripping, and fucking…..each other?” Sara asked.
“Mmmmmm.” Linda said dreamily.
“Well Mum, you are full of surprises.”
“Thank you, thank you so much,” Linda gushed.
“And who is the other dancer?” I asked, avoiding the word stripper.
“There’s only you,” Linda said.
“Oh no, there is always two strip…..dancers. You are the other, or its no go,” I said.
“But I have to do the bar, Col will be downstairs serving other customers, I’ll be up there,” Linda said, “we can’t afford another.”
“No problem Linda, I’ll work the upstairs bar,” Sara said.
“Oh thank you, but its topless,” Linda said.
“In that case n…….” I began.
“Do I keep my tips?” Sara asked cutting me off.
“Of course,” Linda said.
“Then topless its will be.”
I did my make up, heavy on the eye liner, false eye lashes. Linda sat beside me, and like me she’d been waxed to an inch of her life. We were in the changing room to the rear of the stage. I was starting to regret this, but it was too late to chicken out. Sara applied her lippy, and was ready. She wore black fishnet tights, with a red thong over the top, with a pair of flat soled fuck me boots. She had a good figure. Her tits were bare. She wasn’t big busted, 34B perky, and well shaped. She walked out, to the bar, the punters were due in the next ten minutes or so.
I was busy behind the bar, serving the guys who had come to watch my Mum strip. I had been amazed when I found out she had been a stripper, even more so when Linda had said that she and my Mum had been lovers, and hinted they still were. Work that one out. I wondered if Dad knew.
“Two lagers luv,” a hunk said. He was lovely.
“Carlsberg, or Fosters?” I asked.
“Carlsberg,”
I pulled the pints, as he ogled my tits. I didn’t mind, I mean if I did I wouldn’t be tending bar in just my knickers. He paid me, telling me to keep the change.
“I wish you worked in my local!” He quipped as he walked away, replaced by the next customer.
A cheer went up as my Mum appeared on the stage. Every eye in the room turned to the stage, including mine. She looked great. Nervous, but great. High heels, Christ I wouldn’t have been able to walk in those, let alone dance. Then she came alive, hips swaying to the music, as little by little she took her clothes off. The guys bunched closer to the stage, all their attention on her. I sat on a stool, suddenly redundant. She was good I realised. Surprised, my Mum the stripper. She turned her back to the audience. She was down to just her heels and stockings, bra and thong. She had a good bum, round and full. She reached behind herself, and unclipped her bra, then holding it against her breasts, she bent at the waist, until her head all but touched her knees. Her legs were slightly apart, giving the room a long lingering view of her silk clad pussy, even from where I watched I could she the wet spot. Dirty bitch. Linda had said she got hot. Then she reached under herself, and ran a red tipped nail along the outline of her slit. Fucking dirty bitch. Then she stood up, turned, still holding her bra against her chest. She smiled. She had them all in the cup of her hand. They were quite, waiting. She didn’t disappoint. She pulled the bra away, her arms held wide, her tits revealed. Then she was gone. They all shouted for more, but they would have to wait, wait for her next dance.
Linda was up next, Mum had been better, a better tease, a better dancer. Prettier, but then maybe I was biased. I cleared away some glasses as they watched her, a couple of guys watched me, one of them, the brave one squeezed my bum. I brushed him away, and carried the glasses back behind the bar, where I put them in the glass washer. Didn’t matter what went on the stage, there was drinks to be sold. Linda was down to her knickers, high cut and red, she twerked. Then she was gone. Suddenly I was inundated by punters, all wanting drinks. They were laughing, good humoured.
I poured drink after drink. Listening to what they said, laughing at there jokes, flirting with some.
“No, the first one was better, great arse and legs,” said one.
“Fuck off, the second one for me, bigger tits,” his mate replied.
“Well I’m going to fuck the first one, you can have the other, then again I might just fuck you sweetie,” he said suddenly addressing his remarks to me.
“Eight fifty, and you can always dream,” I said smiling. He gave me a tenner, and told me to keep the change. I might not be getting paid, but my tips were growing steadily.
“How long till they’re on again gorgeous?” One asked.
“About fifteen minutes,” I replied.
“Thanks, we’ll have a whip round between us, for the special, should be quite a lot, the boys like them. I’ll bring it to you shall I?”
“Special?” I asked.
“You bet, can’t wait.”
He moved away, and I poured more pints, cursing that I didn’t have someone to help me, but they were happy to watch me, cheering when I had to bend down to retrieve something. My thong was wedged tightly between the cheeks of my bum, they liked the look, and I liked them looking.
Mum was on for her second dance. She had changed into a different outfit, which she now began to take off. The bar was empty as the audience watched, and I took the opportunity to rest my feet again, and opened a bottle of mineral water. I needed it. She was soon down to her knickers, her tits exposed. Her nipples hard. She pushed a hand down the front of her panties, closing her eyes, as if savouring the feel. Perhaps she was. They were cheering, spurring her on. She didn’t need it. Her hand came out of her panties, she sucked one of her fingers. I wondered if she had fingered herself, the punters were sure she had, and cheered. She smiled at them, and inched her knickers down, oh so slowly. She turned, and bent double, and then eased them over her bum. She lowered them to jut below her knees. Waited, then stood, and turned, one hand between her legs, hiding what they all wanted to see. She moved her legs apart, stretching her knickers between her legs. Suddenly she jumped, her legs came together, her knickers fell to her ankles. Her arms outstretched, her hairless cunt revealed at last. She kicked her knickers off, flicking them into the crowd. A punter grabbed them, his face buried in them. She squatted down, her legs wide, running her hands over her body. Her labia opened, I knew she was wet. Her hand between her legs again. This time there was no doubt, she slipped a finger into herself, then another. She buried them deep, then smiling she pulled them out slowly, holding them to her lips, but at the last moment, walked to the edge of the stage, and held them out, I couldn’t see what she did, I didn’t need to. I knew. Knew she was letting a punter clean her fingers. Dirty bitch. Then she was on the floor, legs wide, rubbing her clit, fingering. Masturbating. Then she rolled over, getting up, her bum to the crowd. With a little skip, she was gone. They went crazy.
I was back pulling pints, only this time the room was full of testosterone. I could almost taste it. Guys crotches bulged. A room full of men, with erections. Me in just a thong, but they had hard-on’ for my Mum. And I was wet. Wet, with nipples that were so hard, they hurt. Everyone had their pints, when a guy came to the bar. He had a bag.
“Luv, this is for the special, you’ll sort it?”
I quickly walked to the changing room. They were both there, my Mum naked, Linda dressed ready for her session. Linda had her face between my Mums open legs, Mums head tilted back, her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip.
I stood for a second, taking the erotic scene in. Then I spoke.
“Ladies, you don’t have time for that, Linda you’re due on. But first, we, you have a problem, I think. After your next dance Linda, they want the special, and here is the cash for it.”
I left them deep in conversation, and returned to the bar, having my bum patted on the way. One guy grabbed me by the waist, and kissed me, as another cupped my aching, and wet pussy.
“Sorry guys, but your mates want their drinks.” I said, as another squeezed by bare tits. Fuck but I was horny, and so were they. Horny with raging erections. Then Linda was on the stage, for her last dance.
The double doors opened, and I was joined by Linda’s husband Colin. Col.
“Going alright? He asked.
“Yeah, fine, you want to do a cash lift?” I asked.
He was quiet for a moment, watching his wife as she took her bra off on the stage.
“Yes, better had, I’ve closed downstairs.”
I opened the till, and leaving just the float removed the rest of the cash.
“Fucking hell, you’ve had a good night,” he said.
“Not bad, made plenty of tips.” I replied.
He left, just as Linda took her knickers off, nearly tripping as they caught on her heel. She spread herself, opening her labia, then span around, bending over, showing her bum, then spread her arse cheeks, so her puckered hole could be inspected. She ran a finger over it. Then my view was obscured. No one was buying drinks, so I stood on a chair, so I could see over the heads of those crowded around the stage, and just in time. A cheer went up, as my Mum strutted onto the stage. She was naked, but for heels and hold-up stockings. The special had begun. I suddenly realised I was holding my breath. Linda remain bent over, arse to the audience. Mum ran her hands over Linda, caressing her. If I thought this was just going to be a titillating soft lezzy show, then I was wrong. Her fingers explored Linda, parted her pussy, a finger tip in her arse. My stomach was knotted, and my throat was dry. Fucking hell. Then they embraced, kissed, with tongues. Then they walked down into the crowd, emerged quickly with one of the guys. He was young, reluctant. Linda was handed a chair, which she placed in the centre of the stage. They sandwiched him, squeezed his cock. I wondered if he was hard. I didn’t have to wonder for long. His trousers were soon around his ankles, his boxers soon followed. His was semi erect, A hand, Linda’s wrapped around it, working it, as he became hard. Then they forced him onto the chair. Linda held his arms behind him, as she stood behind the chair. Mum straddled him, squashing her tits into his face, her pussy tantalizingly just above his cock. She kissed Linda, while she lightly lowered herself so her pussy now touch the guys cock, then she began to move, slowly undulating her hips, his cock brushing against her cunt. Her legs were wide, and those lucky enough to be centre front were treated to a great view of her cunt, and arse. She slowed, then turned around, facing the audience, but then spread her legs again, and lowered herself onto his lap. Linda reached over, fondling her breasts, twisting her already hard nipples. My pussy was wet, and I couldn’t but help touching myself. I watched as Mum raised herself, reach under, and gripped the guys hard cock. What happened next was unbelievable. She positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then sank onto it, slowly taking it all into herself. The audience was hushed momentarily, then they roared, “fuck him.” She moved up and down four or five times, before Linda knelt beside them, and pulled his cock out of her. She sucked it, but then moved onto Mums cunt. My fingers were inside myself now, rubbing my clit. The guy forgotten, Mum and Linda ran their tongues over each others pussy’s. Then without warning three or four of the audience invaded the stage, pulling the girls apart. They were soon being fucked, side by side. Other guys joined in, their cocks in the girls mouths, even as their mates fucked the girls cunts. As one came, another took his place. I suddenly felt myself lifted from where I watched, and carried to the stage. As I was placed on all fours my thong was torn away from my wet and aching cunt, my tights ripped open. A cock penetrated me, as I opened my mouth for another. The guy with his cock buried in my cunt thrust a few times, deep, so deep, before I came, loudly. I felt someone grip my hand, and realised it was Mums. She gripped hard, as she came, and I came again, “Oh fucking yes,” I tried to say, but my screams were muffled, and I nearly choked, as the cock in my mouth came in several massive ropes.
Later the three of us lay in the hot tub at the rear of the club. We each had a glass of bubbly. I looked at my daughter, and wondered what she thought of me. Me, her slut mother. I’d lost count of how many men had fucked me, us. We were only supposed to help my friend out. Me a little teasing stripping, her the topless barmaid. We ended up as part of a sex show, then a fuck-fest, her too of course. I’d held her hand as we both came. Was I embarrassed, no. No regrets, but what about her?
“Kelly,” Linda said, “move over, I want to fuck Sara.”
“You don’t mind, do you Mum?” Sara asked.
Before I could reply, we were joined by Col, his cock jutting out in front of him.
“You won’t believe this, but they’ve booked again, they want all three of you……….you don’t mind do you?” He asked.
By way of an answer I bit his cock, as Linda slipped her tongue into my daughters welcoming mouth.
“You’re looking fabulous Kelly,” Linda said, “who would believe you’re Sara’s mother.”
“Come on, show us the rest of this place,” I said, taking her arm, and kissing her cheek.
It was all there, main bar, with booths for those that wanted a little privacy. Several rooms led off the main room. She walked ahead of us, showing us around. We ascended the stairs, her shapely arse swaying in front of my face. I remembered it so well, the shape, the firmness. The taste. I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach.
“And this is the room for dance’s, or…..well other functions,” Linda said.
A stage at the far end, and bar nearer the double doors.
We chatted, my legs curled up under me. The sofa’s were low, and Linda’s skirt rode up, revealing a lot of thigh. How I remembered those thighs. Sara was quiet, listening.
Eventually Linda got to the point. Cash flow. Or rather lack of it.
“Its just that with the purchase, and legal fees and stock, we’re a little short of the readies.”
“How much do want to borrow?” I asked.
“Borrow, oh no Kelly, we don’t want to borrow anything, just a favour, a little one,” Linda said. She uncrossed her legs, flashing her panties at me. They were see through, and I could see her pussy behind the flimsy material. I suddenly wanted it. Wanted her.
“Now I know its not a little favour, if you’re flashing your fanny at me, and yes you still turn me on, and still fancy you. But you know that, so come on what do you want?” I said.
“We have a reception coming up, next week in fact, they’re regular functions, once every month or so. We have it covered, apart from the dancers…………”
“You want me to strip?” I said. “Is that what you mean?”
“Well yes, could you, please Kelly. We really need the money, if we loose their custom, we’re struggle, and we have everything invested in this, and I mean everything. And I‘d be very grateful.”
“Hold on Mum, you’ve done this before?” Sara asked.
“No, well yes, well sort of,” I said.
“Its either one or the other,” Sara said.
“Well yes, a few times, it was a long time ago,” I said lamely.
“And you were good, and you got so hot doing it, we used to fuck for England afterwards.” Linda added.
“Stripping, and fucking…..each other?” Sara asked.
“Mmmmmm.” Linda said dreamily.
“Well Mum, you are full of surprises.”
“Thank you, thank you so much,” Linda gushed.
“And who is the other dancer?” I asked, avoiding the word stripper.
“There’s only you,” Linda said.
“Oh no, there is always two strip…..dancers. You are the other, or its no go,” I said.
“But I have to do the bar, Col will be downstairs serving other customers, I’ll be up there,” Linda said, “we can’t afford another.”
“No problem Linda, I’ll work the upstairs bar,” Sara said.
“Oh thank you, but its topless,” Linda said.
“In that case n…….” I began.
“Do I keep my tips?” Sara asked cutting me off.
“Of course,” Linda said.
“Then topless its will be.”
I did my make up, heavy on the eye liner, false eye lashes. Linda sat beside me, and like me she’d been waxed to an inch of her life. We were in the changing room to the rear of the stage. I was starting to regret this, but it was too late to chicken out. Sara applied her lippy, and was ready. She wore black fishnet tights, with a red thong over the top, with a pair of flat soled fuck me boots. She had a good figure. Her tits were bare. She wasn’t big busted, 34B perky, and well shaped. She walked out, to the bar, the punters were due in the next ten minutes or so.
I was busy behind the bar, serving the guys who had come to watch my Mum strip. I had been amazed when I found out she had been a stripper, even more so when Linda had said that she and my Mum had been lovers, and hinted they still were. Work that one out. I wondered if Dad knew.
“Two lagers luv,” a hunk said. He was lovely.
“Carlsberg, or Fosters?” I asked.
“Carlsberg,”
I pulled the pints, as he ogled my tits. I didn’t mind, I mean if I did I wouldn’t be tending bar in just my knickers. He paid me, telling me to keep the change.
“I wish you worked in my local!” He quipped as he walked away, replaced by the next customer.
A cheer went up as my Mum appeared on the stage. Every eye in the room turned to the stage, including mine. She looked great. Nervous, but great. High heels, Christ I wouldn’t have been able to walk in those, let alone dance. Then she came alive, hips swaying to the music, as little by little she took her clothes off. The guys bunched closer to the stage, all their attention on her. I sat on a stool, suddenly redundant. She was good I realised. Surprised, my Mum the stripper. She turned her back to the audience. She was down to just her heels and stockings, bra and thong. She had a good bum, round and full. She reached behind herself, and unclipped her bra, then holding it against her breasts, she bent at the waist, until her head all but touched her knees. Her legs were slightly apart, giving the room a long lingering view of her silk clad pussy, even from where I watched I could she the wet spot. Dirty bitch. Linda had said she got hot. Then she reached under herself, and ran a red tipped nail along the outline of her slit. Fucking dirty bitch. Then she stood up, turned, still holding her bra against her chest. She smiled. She had them all in the cup of her hand. They were quite, waiting. She didn’t disappoint. She pulled the bra away, her arms held wide, her tits revealed. Then she was gone. They all shouted for more, but they would have to wait, wait for her next dance.
Linda was up next, Mum had been better, a better tease, a better dancer. Prettier, but then maybe I was biased. I cleared away some glasses as they watched her, a couple of guys watched me, one of them, the brave one squeezed my bum. I brushed him away, and carried the glasses back behind the bar, where I put them in the glass washer. Didn’t matter what went on the stage, there was drinks to be sold. Linda was down to her knickers, high cut and red, she twerked. Then she was gone. Suddenly I was inundated by punters, all wanting drinks. They were laughing, good humoured.
I poured drink after drink. Listening to what they said, laughing at there jokes, flirting with some.
“No, the first one was better, great arse and legs,” said one.
“Fuck off, the second one for me, bigger tits,” his mate replied.
“Well I’m going to fuck the first one, you can have the other, then again I might just fuck you sweetie,” he said suddenly addressing his remarks to me.
“Eight fifty, and you can always dream,” I said smiling. He gave me a tenner, and told me to keep the change. I might not be getting paid, but my tips were growing steadily.
“How long till they’re on again gorgeous?” One asked.
“About fifteen minutes,” I replied.
“Thanks, we’ll have a whip round between us, for the special, should be quite a lot, the boys like them. I’ll bring it to you shall I?”
“Special?” I asked.
“You bet, can’t wait.”
He moved away, and I poured more pints, cursing that I didn’t have someone to help me, but they were happy to watch me, cheering when I had to bend down to retrieve something. My thong was wedged tightly between the cheeks of my bum, they liked the look, and I liked them looking.
Mum was on for her second dance. She had changed into a different outfit, which she now began to take off. The bar was empty as the audience watched, and I took the opportunity to rest my feet again, and opened a bottle of mineral water. I needed it. She was soon down to her knickers, her tits exposed. Her nipples hard. She pushed a hand down the front of her panties, closing her eyes, as if savouring the feel. Perhaps she was. They were cheering, spurring her on. She didn’t need it. Her hand came out of her panties, she sucked one of her fingers. I wondered if she had fingered herself, the punters were sure she had, and cheered. She smiled at them, and inched her knickers down, oh so slowly. She turned, and bent double, and then eased them over her bum. She lowered them to jut below her knees. Waited, then stood, and turned, one hand between her legs, hiding what they all wanted to see. She moved her legs apart, stretching her knickers between her legs. Suddenly she jumped, her legs came together, her knickers fell to her ankles. Her arms outstretched, her hairless cunt revealed at last. She kicked her knickers off, flicking them into the crowd. A punter grabbed them, his face buried in them. She squatted down, her legs wide, running her hands over her body. Her labia opened, I knew she was wet. Her hand between her legs again. This time there was no doubt, she slipped a finger into herself, then another. She buried them deep, then smiling she pulled them out slowly, holding them to her lips, but at the last moment, walked to the edge of the stage, and held them out, I couldn’t see what she did, I didn’t need to. I knew. Knew she was letting a punter clean her fingers. Dirty bitch. Then she was on the floor, legs wide, rubbing her clit, fingering. Masturbating. Then she rolled over, getting up, her bum to the crowd. With a little skip, she was gone. They went crazy.
I was back pulling pints, only this time the room was full of testosterone. I could almost taste it. Guys crotches bulged. A room full of men, with erections. Me in just a thong, but they had hard-on’ for my Mum. And I was wet. Wet, with nipples that were so hard, they hurt. Everyone had their pints, when a guy came to the bar. He had a bag.
“Luv, this is for the special, you’ll sort it?”
I quickly walked to the changing room. They were both there, my Mum naked, Linda dressed ready for her session. Linda had her face between my Mums open legs, Mums head tilted back, her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip.
I stood for a second, taking the erotic scene in. Then I spoke.
“Ladies, you don’t have time for that, Linda you’re due on. But first, we, you have a problem, I think. After your next dance Linda, they want the special, and here is the cash for it.”
I left them deep in conversation, and returned to the bar, having my bum patted on the way. One guy grabbed me by the waist, and kissed me, as another cupped my aching, and wet pussy.
“Sorry guys, but your mates want their drinks.” I said, as another squeezed by bare tits. Fuck but I was horny, and so were they. Horny with raging erections. Then Linda was on the stage, for her last dance.
The double doors opened, and I was joined by Linda’s husband Colin. Col.
“Going alright? He asked.
“Yeah, fine, you want to do a cash lift?” I asked.
He was quiet for a moment, watching his wife as she took her bra off on the stage.
“Yes, better had, I’ve closed downstairs.”
I opened the till, and leaving just the float removed the rest of the cash.
“Fucking hell, you’ve had a good night,” he said.
“Not bad, made plenty of tips.” I replied.
He left, just as Linda took her knickers off, nearly tripping as they caught on her heel. She spread herself, opening her labia, then span around, bending over, showing her bum, then spread her arse cheeks, so her puckered hole could be inspected. She ran a finger over it. Then my view was obscured. No one was buying drinks, so I stood on a chair, so I could see over the heads of those crowded around the stage, and just in time. A cheer went up, as my Mum strutted onto the stage. She was naked, but for heels and hold-up stockings. The special had begun. I suddenly realised I was holding my breath. Linda remain bent over, arse to the audience. Mum ran her hands over Linda, caressing her. If I thought this was just going to be a titillating soft lezzy show, then I was wrong. Her fingers explored Linda, parted her pussy, a finger tip in her arse. My stomach was knotted, and my throat was dry. Fucking hell. Then they embraced, kissed, with tongues. Then they walked down into the crowd, emerged quickly with one of the guys. He was young, reluctant. Linda was handed a chair, which she placed in the centre of the stage. They sandwiched him, squeezed his cock. I wondered if he was hard. I didn’t have to wonder for long. His trousers were soon around his ankles, his boxers soon followed. His was semi erect, A hand, Linda’s wrapped around it, working it, as he became hard. Then they forced him onto the chair. Linda held his arms behind him, as she stood behind the chair. Mum straddled him, squashing her tits into his face, her pussy tantalizingly just above his cock. She kissed Linda, while she lightly lowered herself so her pussy now touch the guys cock, then she began to move, slowly undulating her hips, his cock brushing against her cunt. Her legs were wide, and those lucky enough to be centre front were treated to a great view of her cunt, and arse. She slowed, then turned around, facing the audience, but then spread her legs again, and lowered herself onto his lap. Linda reached over, fondling her breasts, twisting her already hard nipples. My pussy was wet, and I couldn’t but help touching myself. I watched as Mum raised herself, reach under, and gripped the guys hard cock. What happened next was unbelievable. She positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then sank onto it, slowly taking it all into herself. The audience was hushed momentarily, then they roared, “fuck him.” She moved up and down four or five times, before Linda knelt beside them, and pulled his cock out of her. She sucked it, but then moved onto Mums cunt. My fingers were inside myself now, rubbing my clit. The guy forgotten, Mum and Linda ran their tongues over each others pussy’s. Then without warning three or four of the audience invaded the stage, pulling the girls apart. They were soon being fucked, side by side. Other guys joined in, their cocks in the girls mouths, even as their mates fucked the girls cunts. As one came, another took his place. I suddenly felt myself lifted from where I watched, and carried to the stage. As I was placed on all fours my thong was torn away from my wet and aching cunt, my tights ripped open. A cock penetrated me, as I opened my mouth for another. The guy with his cock buried in my cunt thrust a few times, deep, so deep, before I came, loudly. I felt someone grip my hand, and realised it was Mums. She gripped hard, as she came, and I came again, “Oh fucking yes,” I tried to say, but my screams were muffled, and I nearly choked, as the cock in my mouth came in several massive ropes.
Later the three of us lay in the hot tub at the rear of the club. We each had a glass of bubbly. I looked at my daughter, and wondered what she thought of me. Me, her slut mother. I’d lost count of how many men had fucked me, us. We were only supposed to help my friend out. Me a little teasing stripping, her the topless barmaid. We ended up as part of a sex show, then a fuck-fest, her too of course. I’d held her hand as we both came. Was I embarrassed, no. No regrets, but what about her?
“Kelly,” Linda said, “move over, I want to fuck Sara.”
“You don’t mind, do you Mum?” Sara asked.
Before I could reply, we were joined by Col, his cock jutting out in front of him.
“You won’t believe this, but they’ve booked again, they want all three of you……….you don’t mind do you?” He asked.
By way of an answer I bit his cock, as Linda slipped her tongue into my daughters welcoming mouth.
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